Every year about this time when the snow starts to melt and the days grow longer, something stirs deep inside and begins plaguing my unconsciousness. This newly awakened obsession will begin to manifest itself in dreams, and grow to a fever pitch until early August. This last week, the dreams have started again, and I know that I will be forced out of the house, and find myself knee deep in icy spring runoff. I speak of course of fishing. Within the week I will be hitting the river until I have satisfied this strange seasonal calling, and let my dreams return to normal; until September when the smell of grouse and whitetail rekindle a new and different thirst. In all honesty, I really have been having these dreams. Does anyone else?